Over by the meadow in the broken light,
Deep within the trails of the soft moon,
Somewhere in the glowing sun of the coastline,
There is a stillness that comes with the night,
Heaven sent, earthly bound, in songs of seasons,
As it has always been, it lies, it waits, outside time,
For souls to awaken in the deepest of sleeps,
Bound to the life that always calls,
That’s where we find those who are free,
Sleeping by the ocean, endlessly young,
Roaming, conquering, forever daring to dream.
A picture taken exactly a year ago, here, where I am, in Madeira Island.